He might be a poacher, but at least he was MY Poacher…

Jessica will soon say… Thanks a lot, Mark, you just drove Marlin from the island, and now Jessica’s bed will be cold and uninviting… Not that you’d know anything about THAT… And of course the last guy that “ran off” met an untimely end getting shoved off a cliff at the points of an Elk-Rack…

I love the rattled look on Ethan’s face… at least he is capable of private thought, at least he doesn’t have to utter every word that occurs to him… But he knows that he is looking at hard time… turtle egg poaching. Is there anything lower? What brought you to this lowly state, Ethan? What made you wake up one morning and say, “You know, I’m gonna go dig me up some tasty turtle eggs…” Or did your dear old dad teach you? Who Knows…

Well, it was high time we reached crescendo on this story arc… With Doc and Rusty moldering in the motel room, Cherry at home doing who knows what other than picking up after Andy, it was time for ALL of us to get the heck off this island. Islands can be confining, can’t they?